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I can

Wishing never makes things go our way. 
Action is the only way.

Small steps on the upward climb is never a waste of our time.

It might seem impossible on the grand scheme but if our focus is too wide, life seems too extreme. 

Small little chunks is a that we need. 
Do today's work until the rubble is free.

One day the light will come in when that last pebble falls. 
It is then that we realize the journey was worth it all.

So don't look too forward or too far behind. Dig todays treasures, whatever we find.

And when we feel our life is out of our hands.
Remember two words 
I can.

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My pics. Pinery Provincial Park sunset.
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